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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.