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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.