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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.