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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.