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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Television,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.