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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.