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 Ivory Coast 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.