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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.