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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.