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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.