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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
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Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.