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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.