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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Q65,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.