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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.