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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
PIL,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
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.