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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.