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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
UT,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Can,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.