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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.