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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.