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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.