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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.