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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Monks,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.