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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.