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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.