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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 The Slits to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.