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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.