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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.