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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.