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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.