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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.