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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.