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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Mars,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.