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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.