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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.