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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.