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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
The Litter,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.