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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
X-102,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.