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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.