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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.