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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Barry Ungar 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.