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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.