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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
June Days,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
the Association,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.