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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.