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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.