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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.