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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
UT,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.