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 Estonia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.