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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
The Move,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.