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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Slave,
Make Up,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.