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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors 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?
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.