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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.