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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.