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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.