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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.