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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.