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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.