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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Television,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.