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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.