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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.