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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Sparks,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.