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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Model 500,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.