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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.