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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Swans,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.