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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.