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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.