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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 DNA to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound 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?
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.