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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.