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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.