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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.