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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.