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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.