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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.