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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.