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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.