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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Nico,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.