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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.