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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.