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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Hashim,
Rekid,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.