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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.