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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.