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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.