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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.