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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.