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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
MC5,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Television,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
UT,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.