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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.