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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Swans,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.