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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.