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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.