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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.