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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.