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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.