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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.