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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.