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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.