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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.