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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.