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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.