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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Model 500,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.