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 Mongolia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.