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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Crime,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.