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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Technova,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.