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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.