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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
UT,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
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.