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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.