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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.