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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.