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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
UT,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.