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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.