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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Smog,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.