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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.