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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Japan,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.