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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.