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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.