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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.