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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.