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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.