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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.