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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.