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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Newcleus to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.