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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.