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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Scion,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.