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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Organ to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.