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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Television,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.