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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.