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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
MDC,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
PIL,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.