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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.