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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.