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 Honduras and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.