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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.