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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.