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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Ten City,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.