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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.