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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.