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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
cv313,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
The Gories,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.