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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.