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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.