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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.