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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.