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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.