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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Index,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Ituana,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.