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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.