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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.