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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.