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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.