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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.