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 Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 MDC 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.