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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Visage,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.