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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.