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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.