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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.