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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.