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 Zimbabwe 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.