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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.