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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.