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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.