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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.