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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
CMW,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Symarip,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.