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 Ukraine 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.