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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.