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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.