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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.