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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.