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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Wings,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.