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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gong,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.