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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.