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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.