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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.