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 Algeria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.