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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.