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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.