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 India and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.