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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.