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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.