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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.