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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.