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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
X-102,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.