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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.