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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.