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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Can,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.