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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.