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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Monks,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.