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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Faust,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.