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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.