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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Pagans,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
the Normal,
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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.