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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 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 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 The Stooges 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Index,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.