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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.