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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.