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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.