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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.