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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.