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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 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 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.