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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.