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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.