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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.