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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.