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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.