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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.