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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.