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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.