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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Pagans,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.