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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Gong,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.