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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.