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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.