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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.