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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Wire,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.