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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.