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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.