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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.