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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.