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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.