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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.