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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.