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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.