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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.