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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.