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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.