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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Excepter,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.