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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.