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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.