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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.