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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
UT,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.