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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.