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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.