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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.