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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.