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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.