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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.