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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Smog,
10cc,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.