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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.