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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.