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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.