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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.