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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.