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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.