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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.