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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.