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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.