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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.