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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.