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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.