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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.