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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.