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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.