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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.