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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.