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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.