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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.