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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.