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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 New Order to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.