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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.