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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Red Krayola 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.