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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.