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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.