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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.