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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Japan,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.