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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.