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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.