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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.