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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.