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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Brick,
The Slits,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.