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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Can,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.