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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.