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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.