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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.