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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.