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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 10cc to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
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 Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.