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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.