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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.