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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
ABC,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.