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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Slits to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
The Evens,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Scion,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.