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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.