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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.