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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.