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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.