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 Netherlands 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Index,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.