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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.