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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.