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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.