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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan 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 punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Move,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.