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 China and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.