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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Wings,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.