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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.