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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.