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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.