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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.