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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.