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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.