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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.