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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.