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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Can,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.