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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Unwound,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.