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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.