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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.