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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.