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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.