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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.