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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
the Slits,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.