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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Smog,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.