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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.