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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.