Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.