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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.