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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Crime,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.