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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Slave,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.