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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Slave,
Wire,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.