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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.