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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.