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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.