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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Organ,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.