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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.