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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.