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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.