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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.