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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.