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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.