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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.