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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.