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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Real Kids to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.