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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.