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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.