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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Organ,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.