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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.