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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.