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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Scion,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.