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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.