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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.