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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.