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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.