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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
UT,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.