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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.