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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Mars,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.