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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Seeds to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.