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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.