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 Mongolia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.