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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Faust,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.