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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.