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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
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Urselle,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.