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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.