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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
CMW,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.