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 China and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.