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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.