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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.