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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.