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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.