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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Swans,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.