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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.