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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
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.