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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.