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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.