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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.