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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.