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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Monolake,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.