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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.