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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.