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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 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 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.