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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Oneida,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The Move,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.