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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.