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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.