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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.