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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.