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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.