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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.