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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.