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 France and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.