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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
The Motions,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.