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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Smog,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.