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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.