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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
The Move,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.