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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.