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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.