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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Scion,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.