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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
AZ,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.