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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Japan,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.