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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.