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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.