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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.