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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.