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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Franke,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.