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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.