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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.