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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.