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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.