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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Neu!,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.