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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.