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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.