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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Wire,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.