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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.