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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Television,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.