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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.