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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.