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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.