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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.