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 Greece 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.