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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
X-101,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.