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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.