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 El Salvador and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.