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 South and from London.
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 Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Motorama,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.