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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.