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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.