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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Litter,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.