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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.