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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.