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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.