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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.