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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.