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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.