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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.