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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Index,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.