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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.