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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.