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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.