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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.