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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.