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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
ABC,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.