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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.