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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rakim,
MDC,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.