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 India and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.