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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
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Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.