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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.