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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.