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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.