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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.