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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.