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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.