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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.