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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.