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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.