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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.