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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.