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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.