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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.