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 Australia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.