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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.