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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.