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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.