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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.