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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.