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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.