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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 808 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.