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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.