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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 The Birthday Party 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.