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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.