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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.