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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.