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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.