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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.