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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.