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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.