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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Count Five,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Deakin,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.