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 Belarus and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.