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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.