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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.