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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.