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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.