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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.