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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.