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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.