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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.