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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.