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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.