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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.