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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Josef K,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.