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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.