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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.