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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.