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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.