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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.