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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.