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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Pylon,
Nas,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
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.