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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Magma,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.