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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.