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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.