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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
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.