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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Visage,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.