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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.