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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 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 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.