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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.