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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.