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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Wings,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.