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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.