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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.