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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.