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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.