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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.