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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.