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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Index,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.