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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.