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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.