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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.