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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.