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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.