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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.