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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Qualms to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.