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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.