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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.