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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Josef K,
DNA,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.