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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.