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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Names,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.