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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.