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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
UT,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.