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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.