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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
New Order,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.