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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
cv313,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.