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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
ABBA,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.