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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Qualms,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Surgeon,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.