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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
ABC,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.