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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.