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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.