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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.