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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.