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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
the Normal,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.