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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.